LOGINThe space behind the couch was tight, forcing all four of us close together. The wood under our bare knees felt smooth and cool, but the air between our bodies was pure fire. Liam stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floorboards. "Mark, get up," Liam commanded, his voice deep and rough. Mark groaned, slowly sliding backward away from me. He sat against the opposite wall, his legs splayed out, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide, dark with excitement as he watched Liam step into the space right in front of me. "You like making noise, Jas?" Liam whispered, leaning down. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my body forward along the floor until my hips were pressed right against his knees. "Liam... wait," I gasped, my fingers digging into the wood of the floorboards. "You're too fast." "We've been waiting out there in the dark," Liam said. He didn't wait. He leaned over me, his big hands gripping the sides of my face, and slammed his mouth onto mine. The sound of our l
The beach house became completely quiet for a moment. Suddenly, the front door rattled. Liam and Rita had given up searching blindly outside. "Time is up!" Liam yelled out from the middle of the room. I heard the sharp sound of fabric tearing away. He pulled the thick black cloth off his face. The dim orange light from the bonfire outside flickered through the windows. "Mark! Jasmine! Come out, please. We are tired of looking for you," Rita said, her voice closer now. She pulled her blindfold down around her neck, blinking against the shadows. "Seriously, Liam. Where did they go?" A soft rustling sound came from behind the big sofa in the corner. Then, the sound of our heavy, ragged breathing broke the silence. The back of the couch moved slightly. First came Mark. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, his chest covered in sweat and shining in the dim light. Right behind him, I slid out from the narrow gap. My hair was a wild mess, my skirt was twisted up around my waist, and my li
"Jasmine?" he whispered. His voice was incredibly rough and shaky. "Shut up," I breathed, leaning forward blindly until my lips brushed against his warm, sweaty neck. "You're caught." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in the dark. The kiss was instant fire. Mark let out a heavy moan against my mouth, his big hands coming up to grip my waist tightly. He pulled me directly onto his lap. The fabric of my skirt slid up my thighs as I straddled him, pressing my wet center directly against the hard length of him through our clothes. "Mmh," I whimpered, tilting my head as his tongue slid deep into my mouth. He tasted like the sweet rum we had been drinking by the fire. Mark’s hands were hot and heavy. They slid from my waist down to my hips, squeezing my bare flesh hard. Every time he squeezed, a small, helpless gasp escaped my throat, lost inside his mouth. He began to tilt his hips upward, rubbing his hard shaft right against me throu
The wind blowing off the ocean was warm. It carried the thick, salty smell of the sea. The waves crashed against the shore with a steady, heavy rhythm. The sun was going down, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and purple. Farther up the beach, near the edge of the tall trees, a small wooden beach house sat in the dark shadows. We sat in a circle on the soft, dry sand. The fire we built was crackling. It threw bright orange light across our faces. There were four of us: Mark, Liam, Rita, and me—Jasmine. We all went to the same college. All attended the Same halls for lecture, Same classrooms. But tonight didn’t feel like that at all. Tonight felt like a different world. We had been drinking rum for hours. Laughing too loudly. Talking too much. Now the silence between us felt heavier than the noise before it. I didn’t even realize I was staring until Rita nudged my leg lightly.“You’re doing it again,” she whispered. “Doing what?” I asked.“Staring at him.” My eyes flick
David stood frozen in the doorway, keys still dangling from his fingers, his eyes wide with disbelief. I was completely naked, straddling Ryan’s thick cock in the middle of our living room couch, my breasts heaving with every breath, my pussy stretched tight around the delivery man’s throbbing shaft. Ryan’s strong hands were still gripping my ass firmly, holding me down on him.“Sarah… what the fuck?” David’s voice came out hoarse, a mix of shock and confusion.My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze on Ryan’s lap, my inner walls involuntarily clenching around the thick cock buried deep inside me. Ryan tensed beneath me but didn’t pull out. For a terrifying second, I thought everything was about to explode in the worst way.But David didn’t yell. He didn’t storm out. His gaze raked slowly over my naked body; lingering on my flushed breasts, my hard nipples, and then lower to where Ryan’s thick cock disappeared between my spread thighs. His breathing grew heavier. I watched, stunne
I was home alone on Thursday afternoon, wearing nothing but an oversized tank top and tiny cotton shorts that barely covered my ass. My husband, David, was at work and wouldn’t be back for hours. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I’d just poured myself a glass of iced tea when the doorbell rang.I peeked through the window and saw him; the delivery guy.He was tall, broad-shouldered, with muscular arms straining against his tight navy uniform shirt. His name tag read “Ryan.” He had dark hair, a strong jaw, and a hint of stubble that made him dangerously attractive. He was holding a large package for the new furniture we’d ordered.I opened the door, suddenly very aware of how little I was wearing. My nipples were already faintly visible through the thin fabric.“Delivery for David and Sarah Thompson?” Ryan asked, his deep voice sending a little shiver down my spine. His eyes flicked down my body for just a second before snapping back to my face, poli
“Come for me, Lena,” Jax ordered, his face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He stared down at where our bodies joined, watching his dark shaft slide in and out of my pink, dripping folds. “Come on my cock. Let me feel how tight you get.”My vision went completely white. My internal walls tightened
The next morning, Jax was back to being a robot. His professional mask barely slipped off.He avoided me like I was contagious. He stayed distant, professional, answering only when I asked him something directly, and his responses were more programmed than natural. His face was blank, his posture p
“Don’t test me,” Jax warned, his voice was low and rough, his fingers digging harder into my waist as the seconds faded.But I did. I wasn't the type to listen.I squeezed his thick bulge again, stroking him slowly through the towel. He was so hard right now and so heavy and thick in my hand.And t
Yesterday night, we had finally arrived in Dubai and my father had arranged for us to stay in a luxurious serviced apartment. Of course, Jax’s room was right next to mine. When I called my dad to complain, he gave me the same bullshit line: “It’s for your security, Lena.” Security. Right. Just wha







